A lot of things have happened this year.
I lost my job... but then again, it was only an internship. I made some bad decisions. First, not double-checking my work, trying, or being motivated in the office. There was no reason for the company to extend my internship. Which, sadly, I kind of needed and planned on staying for an entire year. I understand, since I might have been losing them more money by not doing as much as I should in the office.
I'm disappointed in myself. I should have planned better, rented a room in someone's house, or just planned to stay there for a few months and gotten a small part-time somewhere in town. Instead, I put all my eggs in one basket. Like always.
Now I'm just stressed about finding another job, paying rent, or breaking the rent (totally expensive), and losing even more money than I started. This won't happen again. Nope. I've lived frugally in college, and as soon as I'm out, I'm going crazy. This is ridiculous.
I will make a list. I will list all my goals, the steps to achieve my goals, and make deadlines for everything. I will keep up with myself, motivate myself to keep going, and not give up. I'm still alive. I can still make money, pay off debt, and bring happiness to people. Gawd, I sound so cheesy. I'm kind of a pessimist, but I've lived too long to continue being sad. It's time to move on.
These days, I haven't written. I want to. There are so many stories I want to finish, have to finish. For myself. My characters want to have their stories heard. I would love to tell their stories. I'm a little sad my stories will be buried a few months (that's being optimistic) after I've published them, but I would like satisfaction that at least a few people have read my books.
I hope you're well, too!
